As I sank into the chair, my mind whirled with possibilities. The lab specialist opened the file and began to speak, but his words washed over me like a distant tide. My heart pounded in my chest, a steady drumbeat of dread and anticipation. My thoughts were fragmented, jumping from one impossible scenario to the next, each more bewildering than the last.
“It’s important to understand that this is a complex situation, but we have been able to establish familial connections through advanced DNA testing,” the specialist explained, his hands moving methodically as he laid out the details.
Every word seemed to stretch time, drawing me deeper into a web of secrets that had been woven around my family for years. The child—no older than a few months—had been identified as Lewis’s daughter. My granddaughter. A child I had never known existed.
